Monthly Archives: March 2012

Jim Perrin climbs the property ladder (revised since receiving further information)

Between August, 1998 and October, 2002, Jim Perrin had, as nearly as we can work it out, at least nine addresses and he wrote in West of the period before that, whilst his first son lived with him:

‘We moved house on average once a year until he was ten years old’ , when, he says, ‘I bought a house in Dinorwig.’  (Although we did learn later that this was not the whole truth.)

Certainly he has ’moved’ around a great deal.  Except: again there is the convenient ‘air-brushing’: actually he did not, as he implies throughout this book, single-handedly raise his son, Will, but instead remarried, his third wife, whilst his son, Will, was still very small;  a toddler, barely three years old.

This young woman, who already had two children of her own and with whom he had a further child, was a very loving step-mother to Will and was mostly responsible for his upbringing in those early years.

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By 2000, when mortgages could be as easily obtained as now they are not, relatively low deposits, accommodating bank managers and repayments which in some cases were as low as rents, made property ownership a feasible plan and in April, 2000, Jim Perrin applied for and in May received, a mortgage offer. Up until that time he had always lived in rented accommodation.

He had been, however, less than honest when answering the necessary questionnaire:

Status?   Single.  Married.  Cohabiting.  Separated.  Divorced.  Widowed.

We know that by April the 28th, 2002, (and not taking into account several other ‘seriously failed’ relationships) three former wives — two of them mothers of two of his children — were divorced from Jim Perrin. And at the time of this mortgage application not only was he then still married to a fourth wife — who later had his baby — but he was also, at the same time, living, ‘co-habiting’, with a young woman who, as the records show,  subsequently gave birth to yet another of his children: although it was after she had fortuitously managed to disentangle herself from the relationship. (This was another child whom he had kept secret from our sister: she was still unaware when she died.)

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Jim Perrin thinks highly of himself

In the next section of Jim Perrin’s letter he told Jac of his intention to accept an offer for his house: there was considerable ‘psychology’ concerning their relationship, and many more ‘positive’ thoughts. He then wrote this paragraph:

‘Given that I had absolutely nothing and now have a house full of belongings and considerable equity why should I feel insecure anyway? [This must have been in response to something Jac had said to him.] Particularly since work-wise things are going very well for me, the critical reception for what I do is higher than ever, my craft is coming to fruition.‘ Again he wrote of ‘fixing up a good working environment for [her]’. (The ‘environment’ in which for nearly sixteen years she had created such lovely stained-glass!)

Her studio was known in the family as ‘the cold room’ — it still is to this day — and Jim Perrin, in the time he lived there, did nothing at all to ‘fix it up’. They were merely more of his tempting words. Not that Jac minded, it was her very personal space — one in which she felt contented and secure.

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Jim Perrin — a cuckoo in the nest?

In another letter to our sister, Jim Perrin — ruthlessly and without any shame — applied the greatest pressure in order to persuade her that she should ‘get rid’ of her current partner: he who was still living in their home and funding the household; still sharing their bedroom; and who had his long-established business and workshop in one of their barns. Ref. our post Jac’s Last Long Relationship.

In her own way, which was never confrontational, and in her own time, not wishing to cause her partner greater hurt, by now Jac felt she wished for a separation, albeit she was certainly having second thoughts. He had his life there too, and his workshop-studio, and she hated to cause him unnecessary extra pain; and then of course there would be the enormous upheaval of moving the contents of his work-shop; all the wood, tools and machinery which he had accumulated over the years. So, as we said, in her own time and in her own way Jac was trying to find a civilized solution. Continue reading